Monosyllabic Eccentricity

Title: My Mysterious One
Author: XFGurl1013
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Around early Season 4
Summary: Willow and Oz wake up.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All belongs to Joss and UPN.

"My mysterious one.." Willow whispered, smiling as she watched Oz sleep. She leaned down, kissed his closed eyes, and got up carefully, so he wouldn't be disturbed. No such luck. His bright hazel eyes flickered open, and he smiled tiredly, stretching lazily like a cat in a warm patch of sunlight. He pulled Willow into a hug, kissing her on the top of her head.

"What did you mean, your mysterious one? Am I mysterious?" She looked up at him, slightly embarrassed.

"You heard that?" He chuckled, stroking her cheek.

"I hear everything." Willow sighed, looking at him appraisingly. He frowned. "What is it?" She stared at him a moment more, her brow furrowed, but finally smiled, a dazzling, winning smile.

"Nothing. I just...sometimes I wonder why you would choose me over everyone else. You could have anyone--" A gentle finger touched her lips, and she looked at Oz, surprised. He was smiling.

"I could...but I love you," he whispered, and Willow knew. There was nothing else he had to say. He hugged her again, tightly, then got up, pulling on his t-shirt, and walked out of the room to start the day. Just one of many, Willow thought, one of many. She hopped off the bed, and followed him into the kitchen.

"So what're you making me?" she asked playfully. He turned to look at her, and shrugged, turning back to open the fridge.

"I was thinking...cereal? We have Chex. I'm not much of a chef." She sighed.

"Forgiven. Maybe we could go out." He wrinkled his nose and shook his head.

"I look terrible, for one, and, plus...I just kind of want to be alone with you today. Is that okay?"

"Of course." As he smiled, Willow felt such a deep and overwhelming love for him that she had to jump up and pull him close, as close as possible. She never wanted to let him go, and the best part? Knowing that he never wanted to let her go, either. So maybe he was mysterious. But she only needed to know one thing about him, and she knew. She always knew.